There are days when the wind whips between Dinallo and Machuga.
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Student Works
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That’s when I caught it. The yellow in his eye, its inability to look the camera straight on— the film that blurred the window to his soul. Something was wrong, …
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After a few drinks, my drink takes a drink.
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“…I’d pull out my client’s story outline from my leather satchel, and choose which scene to illustrate first, scanning the crowds for the perfect main victim…”
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Her fire once burned as large as this world could contain Engulfed in flames, Untouchable by all men. Tears melted down her face. A seemingly endless stream, As salt water …
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My apartment building is just another red brick building on a street of red brick buildings. The only thing that changes as I walk down the street is the golden …
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10 children playing in the rubble, little do they know, tomorrow they will be nine eight missiles crashing into seven homes at six a.m. Tick, Tick… five people killed in …
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The boy pressed his face against the glass, and the fish behind it startled.
